tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6713742791903233172008-03-09T19:12:32.368-04:00The Gyunk GypsyHazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05547225976691904102noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-671374279190323317.post-75773591749273963182007-10-15T22:34:00.000-04:002007-10-15T22:51:31.814-04:00Lessons from a Polar BearMy mom sent me this email with these photos. I just had to share them...to me it says that nothing is absolute....and anything IS possible...think about it.<br /><div><br /><div><div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DpxByV5v2c0/RxQkAGyUUMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/CYItzw5ZTXU/s1600-h/p7.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121758260467355842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DpxByV5v2c0/RxQkAGyUUMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/CYItzw5ZTXU/s320/p7.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div>Stuart Brown describes Norbert Rosing's striking images of a wild polar bear playing with sled dogs in the wilds of Canada's Hudson Bay.</div><div><br /><br />The photographer was sure he was going to see the end of his huskies when the polar bear materialized out of the blue, but saw this instead . . .<br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DpxByV5v2c0/RxQkM2yUUNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Re7DdWw5NXw/s1600-h/p6.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121758479510687954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DpxByV5v2c0/RxQkM2yUUNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Re7DdWw5NXw/s320/p6.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DpxByV5v2c0/RxQk1WyUUOI/AAAAAAAAAEk/4RZ_Govvybw/s1600-h/p5.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121759175295389922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DpxByV5v2c0/RxQk1WyUUOI/AAAAAAAAAEk/4RZ_Govvybw/s320/p5.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DpxByV5v2c0/RxQlkmyUUQI/AAAAAAAAAE0/YMsGytfeGcs/s1600-h/p3.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121759987044208898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DpxByV5v2c0/RxQlkmyUUQI/AAAAAAAAAE0/YMsGytfeGcs/s320/p3.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DpxByV5v2c0/RxQl0GyUURI/AAAAAAAAAE8/vwSye9cxC50/s1600-h/p2.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121760253332181266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DpxByV5v2c0/RxQl0GyUURI/AAAAAAAAAE8/vwSye9cxC50/s320/p2.bmp" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DpxByV5v2c0/RxQmUWyUUSI/AAAAAAAAAFE/vdlXffcCgTY/s1600-h/p.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121760807382962466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DpxByV5v2c0/RxQmUWyUUSI/AAAAAAAAAFE/vdlXffcCgTY/s320/p.bmp" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>The Polar Bear returned every night that week to play with the dogs.</div></div></div></div></div></div>Hazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05547225976691904102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-671374279190323317.post-29008705046929157262007-10-09T12:34:00.000-04:002007-10-09T12:54:47.897-04:00Getting to know the Real Me<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DpxByV5v2c0/RwuyRmyUUII/AAAAAAAAAD0/N0esYHcOvFc/s1600-h/Monarch-Butterfly.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119381416975814786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DpxByV5v2c0/RwuyRmyUUII/AAAAAAAAAD0/N0esYHcOvFc/s320/Monarch-Butterfly.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Now that I have some down time, I intend to put it to good use. Not only by spending a lot of time in my studio, but also writing again, contemplating, soul searching, and getting to know the Real Me.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>My life has been a whirlwind of events, activities, and drama. I have spent many years taking care of others...friends, family (including our 6 children)and business associates. I am 41 years old and I feel like I don't even know myself. Growing up I had an abusive childhood. Yes, there were good times too, but it was stained by the abuse that I suffered from the age of 5 to 13 years. At 13, I became strong enough to stand up for myself, (my family never did) and stop the abuse on my own. Today, I am a stronger person because of that, but I am forever tainted. The person who abused me is STILL a member of our 'family'. My geneoligical family. He isn't part of My family! I will never speak to him or see him again, but the rest of my family does....and that hurts....</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Anyway, my point is that due to the abuse, I have spent most of my life taking care of others feelings and ignoring my own. I have had to 'put on a happy face' and 'pretend' to be 'nice'. I have had to portray this 'normal' girl, who is happy and content, when inside, I am screaming and raging from the horrendous way my family has covered up the 'events', and continues to do so.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Sometimes, I feel like a clown. Perhaps that is why I am intrugued by the circus so much. I love clowns, I love to draw them, and especially the vintage circus. I feel connected to that because I lived that...my life has been a circus, and I have been the main act.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Now...I am ready to take off the makeup and get to know the Real little girl that was forgotten so long ago. I am going to nurture that little girl, and show her the love she was not shown. I am going to take the time to get to know the Real Me. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>During this time I am going to commit to being 'true to myself'. Brutal honesty is going to dominate my thoughts. I want to spend time really delving into things like; what makes me tick, why do i like peanut butter and chocolate ice cream, what are my dreams, and how can I turn them into a reality. I want to go on a journey of self discovery and you know what? I bet I will find out that I am FABULOUS!</div>Hazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05547225976691904102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-671374279190323317.post-70945594447575651972007-09-23T13:46:00.000-04:002007-09-28T09:52:23.595-04:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DpxByV5v2c0/RvapSmyUT_I/AAAAAAAAABs/8n40dOjCEM4/s1600-h/me_and_laurie.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113460564040110066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DpxByV5v2c0/RvapSmyUT_I/AAAAAAAAABs/8n40dOjCEM4/s320/me_and_laurie.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DpxByV5v2c0/RvapHmyUT-I/AAAAAAAAABk/_CdxPPm9ZNY/s1600-h/my_41st_birthday+butterflies.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113460375061549026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DpxByV5v2c0/RvapHmyUT-I/AAAAAAAAABk/_CdxPPm9ZNY/s320/my_41st_birthday+butterflies.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DpxByV5v2c0/RvaoImyUT9I/AAAAAAAAABc/adou0OHIW8s/s1600-h/me+and+laurie.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DpxByV5v2c0/RvanmmyUT8I/AAAAAAAAABU/CIXZZ2ef0-c/s1600-h/Me+and+Ciarra.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113458708614238146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DpxByV5v2c0/RvanmmyUT8I/AAAAAAAAABU/CIXZZ2ef0-c/s320/Me+and+Ciarra.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div>I love these pictures my daughter Ciarra took of me on my 41st Birthday. I altered it...of course!</div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><p>The other pics are of Ciarra and Me, and my BFF Laurie and Me. Don't we look happy? We were playing dress-up!</p><br /><div> </div></div></div>Hazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05547225976691904102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-671374279190323317.post-11191958583903712032007-09-21T09:33:00.000-04:002007-09-21T09:47:59.823-04:00A New Day...A New Life...<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DpxByV5v2c0/RvPKQmyUT6I/AAAAAAAAABE/fy4mmAM9Qtk/s1600-h/92107.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112652388633956258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DpxByV5v2c0/RvPKQmyUT6I/AAAAAAAAABE/fy4mmAM9Qtk/s320/92107.jpg" border="0" /></a> Today is my Birthday...A New Day...A New Life....That's what I am giving myself for my birthday. I want a new life. A beautifully simple life filled with only the things I treasure. It is my goal to focus on only the things I treasure, and bring more of that into my life. I intend to be focused on filling my life with love & meaning. I want my life to mean something...to make a mark...to make a differance. This is a photo of some treasures I found recently while 'Junkin'. The tree perfectly depicts what I am talking about. It is beautiful & strong, yet simple. The exquisite vintage silk napkins are too, and the doile has all the little details I love. <br /><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DpxByV5v2c0/RvPJrmyUT5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/TgHT_G0LTFk/s1600-h/92107.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Hazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05547225976691904102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-671374279190323317.post-40488448828524706612007-09-20T00:15:00.001-04:002007-09-20T00:15:50.559-04:00I'm a newbie!Hey there ya'll...I'm a new kid on the block!Hazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05547225976691904102noreply@blogger.com